Wolfgirl333- Well, he does have that problem, but isn't that one that we all face at times? I think that the reason that it is so hard to tell what is right these days is that people have created problems that are so complicated that some of the problem is right and some of the problem is wrong, and you can't get rid of the wrong parts without getting rid of the right parts. Well, that's my take on it anyways. Thanks for your review.
Sakura123- I think that the world in my story is not insane, but mislead. They don't understand what they are doing and therefore are on the road to destruction. I'm glad that this story doesn't make you depressed, despite it being rather dark (actually this is happier than many of my non-fanfics, because my fanfics tend to be fluffy). Thanks for your review.
Chapter 10
I dreamed of Trowa the other night, well it was more of a memory than a dream. It was the talk we had right before he died...
He had a black eye and a split lip, not to mention the gash on his forehead. His usually immaculate hair was tousled and dirty. His clothing were mere rags. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days, which he probably hadn't. He moved slowly and stiffly, rather than the fluid graceful movements I had seen whenever we had gotten together to talk, or when I was watching his performances at the circus. My friend looked like he had been to hell and back. It was even worse when he began to speak...
His voice, though usually low, calm, and carrying, was a hoarse, terrified whisper. His eyes, those which were usually emotionless were full of fear. When he told me what they did to him his voice nearly gave out, and his eyes told me stories that he couldn't bring himself to voice. He told me how they taunted him with how they would kill him, how they would brutally beat him then would inject him with a serum that would kill him slowly and painfully...
How he would die with his body racked with pain...
How they would laugh as they stood over him...
And how, in a way, he longed for death.
He told me that I must protect Catherine. How I mustn't let any thing happen to her.
I saw Catherine's face flash in front of me, looking disappointed...
Then morphing into Wufei's...
The Trowa's battered face, looking accusing...
Accusing me of failing to keep my promise.
I saw Trowa performing with his lions...
I saw Catherine throwing her daggers...
I saw Wufei practicing his martial arts...
With his books...
All of them are dead...
And it's my fault.
Sakura123- I think that the world in my story is not insane, but mislead. They don't understand what they are doing and therefore are on the road to destruction. I'm glad that this story doesn't make you depressed, despite it being rather dark (actually this is happier than many of my non-fanfics, because my fanfics tend to be fluffy). Thanks for your review.
Chapter 10
I dreamed of Trowa the other night, well it was more of a memory than a dream. It was the talk we had right before he died...
He had a black eye and a split lip, not to mention the gash on his forehead. His usually immaculate hair was tousled and dirty. His clothing were mere rags. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days, which he probably hadn't. He moved slowly and stiffly, rather than the fluid graceful movements I had seen whenever we had gotten together to talk, or when I was watching his performances at the circus. My friend looked like he had been to hell and back. It was even worse when he began to speak...
His voice, though usually low, calm, and carrying, was a hoarse, terrified whisper. His eyes, those which were usually emotionless were full of fear. When he told me what they did to him his voice nearly gave out, and his eyes told me stories that he couldn't bring himself to voice. He told me how they taunted him with how they would kill him, how they would brutally beat him then would inject him with a serum that would kill him slowly and painfully...
How he would die with his body racked with pain...
How they would laugh as they stood over him...
And how, in a way, he longed for death.
He told me that I must protect Catherine. How I mustn't let any thing happen to her.
I saw Catherine's face flash in front of me, looking disappointed...
Then morphing into Wufei's...
The Trowa's battered face, looking accusing...
Accusing me of failing to keep my promise.
I saw Trowa performing with his lions...
I saw Catherine throwing her daggers...
I saw Wufei practicing his martial arts...
With his books...
All of them are dead...
And it's my fault.